THE RINGERS OF LANCELL'S TOWER.
They meet once more! that ancient band,
With furrowed cheek and failing hand;
One peal to-day they fain would ring,
The jubilee of England's king.

They meet once more! but where are now
The sinewy arm, the laughing brow,
The strength that hailed, in happier times,
King George the Third with lusty chimes?

Yet proudly gaze on that lone tower,
No goodlier sight hath hall or bower;
Meekly they strive-and closing day
Gilds with soft light their locks of grey.

Hark! proudly hark! with that true tone
They welcomed him to land and throne;
So ere they die they fain would ring
The jubilee of England's king.

Hearts of old Cornwall, fare ye well!
Fast fade such scenes from field and dell;
How wilt thou lack, my own dear land,

Those trusty arms, that faithful band!

Aunt C. There! Now you may look over Retsch's beautiful outline drawings to the " Song of the Bell,"

It is interesting

and get Alice to explain them to you. to know that the designs were taken from a party of friends at Munich, who performed a set of tableaux vivants from Schiller's "Song of the Bell," for the benefit of some poor people who had lost their property in a fire.

Said a little black Tadpole to another,
That happened to be his elder brother,
"Pray, what strange creature is that I hear
Croaking so loud?" "A Frog, my dear,"
Said the brother, "and there he sits." "I ne'er
Saw an uglier monster, I declare,"

Said little Taddy, wriggling his tail

In an off-hand fashion that could not fail

To show his contempt. "It is really pleasure,

And satisfaction no words can measure,

To think that we are so smooth and slim,

So handsome, so-very unlike him."

"To be sure," said his brother, bobbing and blinking

"To be sure, I am just of your way of thinking."

The air was mild, and the sun was strong,

The Tadpoles were turned to frogs ere long.

The little one croaked, the big one croaked ;
At last said the younger, "Of course we joked
That day in the ditch, for there's no denying-
And in fact it's truth past all replying-

That, whether in mere or marsh or bog,

The handsomest creature by far is a frog."

"To be sure," said his brother, bowing and blinking— "To be sure, I am just of your way of thinking."

WESTWOOD'S Berries and Blossoms.

Alice. Well done, Tadpoles and Frogs!

Your self

complacency never fails. Here is the picture. Ed. Fat old Toad. What can you have to say for him?

Aunt C. Thanks to Jane Taylor, he is going to speak for himself.

THE TOAD'S JOURNAL

In a land for antiquities greatly renowned

A traveller had dug wide and deep under ground,

A temple for ages entombed, to disclose

When lo! he disturbed in its secret repose

A Toad, from whose journal it plainly appears

It had lodged in that mansion some thousands of years.
The roll which this reptile's long history records,
A treat to the sage antiquarian affords :

The sense by obscure hieroglyphics concealed,
Deep learning, at length, with long labour revealed.

The first thousand years, as a specimen, take ;—
The dates are omitted for brevity's sake.

[one eye; "Crawled forth from some rubbish, and winked with Half opened the other, but could not tell why; Stretched out my left leg, as it felt rather queer, Then drew all together, and slept for a year. Awakened, felt chilly-crept under a stone; Was vastly contented with living alone.

One toe became wedged in the stone like a peg;
Could not get it away-had the cramp in my leg;
Began half to wish for a neighbour at hand

To loosen the stone, which was fast in the sand;
Pulled harder-then dosed, as I found 'twas no use ;-
Awoke the next summer, and lo! it was loose.
Crawled forth from the stone when completely awake;
Crept into a corner, and grinned at a snake.
Retreated, and found that I needed repose;
Curled up my damp limbs, and prepared for a dose :
Fell sounder to sleep than was usual before,
And did not awake for a century or more;
But had a sweet dream, as I rather believe :-
Methought it was light, and a fine summer's eve;
And I in some garden deliciously fed

In the pleasant moist shade of a strawberry bed.
There fine speckled creatures claimed kindred with me,
And others that hopped, most enchanting to see.
Here long I regaled with emotion extreme ;-
Awoke-disconcerted to find it a dream;